Now, now, Rinzler, you're giving yourself a little too much credit, aren't you? Prometheus has scouted other potential players that never made the cut before... And on a ship with such a wide assortment of characters, he's sure he'll find someone else to keep his attention.

Prometheus doesn't seem to mind that Rinzler ignored the taunt. Doesn't seem to mind that the punishment comment is ignored too. Of course he didn't; Prometheus himself would have had the same response. Done partly out of exhaustion and partly out of spite towards his tormentor. If he still had a heart, it'd break a little in sympathy. But he doesn't and he figures that Rinzler would hate that pity almost as much as the Maverick would have in his shoes. Such a thought brings back a previous conversation they had...

Or, well... As much of a conversation as they could have, with one being essentially mute and the other more than happy to fill in the empty air on his own.

"Not your programmer? But you have the same face! Now that can hardly be a coincidence, now can it?" he pauses, to let Rinzler catch up. "I wonder if you remember our first meeting... Two peas in a pod. I think that certainly applies, don't you?

"We both know who's time was wasted then. It certainly wasn't mine."